Just called laihiu a moment ago and she is about to get her ear piercing. I have been quite unsupportive of her decision, asking her to think thrice everytime the topic came into our discussion. Not that she will not look good with earrings–in fact, the opposite–but I do not want her doing this for me, as if I desire such from her. No I don’t; I delight at her current beauty in every way.

You must have come back from the operation (if that is to be called one) when you read this. I just want to tell you that I love you, my dear.

I really don’t want to study.

I just found out that I had never approved any comments under moderation. Sorry everyone–I will do so from now on.

Congratulations to laihiu. I sincerely wish that you will gain abundantly with the opportunity.

Yesterday night was a reunion of Bay Area Hong Kong Cornellians. Great conversations and food (Taiwanese barbecue + hotpot), though incidently the event was dominated by males. At a certain point several people insisted that someone must be forcing me to attach the Cinnamoroll to my backpack; I suppose in their mind attaching a doll to one’s backpack is not masculine. Well, I appreciate cute cartoon designs as much as fast cars. Besides, he is, in my opinion, quite a handsome puppy.

As I read Job, it strikes me how similar Job is to Godfather, or even more so, the Godfather figure “Ar Bak” (“uncle”) in “Meteor, Butterfly and Sword”.

I have already begun to hand in homework unfinished, which, of course, is not a good thing. The problem is I have been plagued by headaches and omni-present sleepiness since my arrival. I guess I probably need to see a doctor sometime later.

It suddenly came to me during dinner that rarely do we see restaurants run by Blacks. We go to grills, bars, cafés and fast food chains; we see Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Korean, Mexican, Thai, Vietiamnese…even Tibet restuarants. But not Black–indeed, I wonder what “Black Cuisine” is like. It is a striking contrast to the popularity of Black music and art. Did the Black brought along their dishes when their were being sold to Europe and America? Going further back in history, when do a race start to see cooking as an art of its own, and not merely a process to make food more edible?